#scarlet cap mushrooms

[ai-dadaism]

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[moomeecore]

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[archerinventive]

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[garethschweitzer]

Scarlet wax caps on Dartmoor

[mycoblogg]

FOTD #007 : scarlet waxcap! (hygrocybe coccinea)

the scarlet waxcap (AKA scarlet hood & righteous red waxy cap) is a mycorrhizal mushroom from the family hygrophoraceae. they are found across the northern hemisphere !!

the big question : can i bite it?? yes :-) this mushroom is edible.

h. coccinea description :

"a small waxcap with an initially bell-shaped, & later flattening, cap 2–5 cm (¾–2 in) across, scarlet in colour & slimy in texture. the adnate gills are thick & widely spaced, yellow red in colour. the spore print is white. the ringless stipe is 2–5 cm (¾–2 in) high & 0.3–1 cm (⅛–⅓ in) wide, red with a yellowish base. the flesh is yellowish-red & the smell & taste faint. the oval spores measure 7–9.5 x 4–5 μm."

[images : source, source & source] [fungus description : source]

"BRIGHT RED. 🤍 i love these little guys; waxcaps are the best !!"

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I've been dreaming of the Undersea Marauder.

There are so many rules in this world. So many shackles to keep him down.

Let nothing obstruct his errant path.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

A fish is bound to the water his entire life.

It’s not a life for him.

Floyd is on his back, set adrift in the face of the Coral Sea. His hands cradle the back of his head, and he finds himself staring up. A flock of birds form an arrow, slicing through the sky. He wonders where they're going, what they'll do there.

Some merpeople dreamed of trading scales for skin, but Floyd thinks about giving up his fins for feathers. A pair of wings with which to witness all manner of strange things…

He chuckles soft.

Wouldn't that be so freeing?

“Eheheh. I wanna try it, too! Wait up for me, birds. Here I come…!”

Floyd rights himself and dives unto the frigid waters. His powerful tail undulates like a teal ribbon, propelling him after and faster. He steadily gains, chasing the shadows of the birds that skim the surface of his home turf.

Floyd approaches, lifting himself toward the shimmering boundary between sea and sky. A second later, he breaks through with a mighty splash.

His body elegantly arcs in the leap. He’s a skipping dolphin, a flying fish.

Free.

Floyd launches higher and higher, zipping past the flock. He collides with some birds, screeching with laughter as they spin like cars out of control.

Here come the clouds now—he easily bursts through them. They’re made of cool and fine-grained beads of water, refreshing him as he flies.

And higher still he goes, the sky dimming, a gradient of light to dark.

Floyd is among the stars, each twinkling like diamonds in greeting. The planets, like massive globes of sugar orbiting him.

The eel is weightless, effortlessly floating through space. With his arms, he paddles--and though there should be no gravity, the space warps and gives like water, letting him sail as smoothly as a ship after a storm.

He reaches out and plucks a star out of the cosmos, giving it a curious lick. The taste is like sweetened milk, and so he pops the entire thing into his mouth.

Then begins his descent.

At the peak of his jump, surrounded by the stars, he bends downward and plunges.

But there are no longer any waters waiting for him.

He crashes through a canopy of leaves. They scatter like papers, raining down verdant, brown, scarlet, tangerine, and gold. Sunlight pierces them, giving each a magical glow.

Roots come, skittering by him like a snake might slink. Thin tendrils extend from them, brushing his face.

Maybe there is some other name for them? Hyph-something, myce-whatever. Floyd does not care to remember his twin's excitable rambling.

Alarmingly, he spies an ugly bulbous cap poking out from a root. His nose crinkles with disgust.

Shiitake mushroom.

Floyd paddles through the fungi and plants, the scent of dirt and chlorophyll filling his nostrils. It's fresh and green mixed with damp and earthy, nothing like the salty smell of the sea.

Jade would like this, he thinks.

Daisies push through, their petals tickling his skin. He takes a shaky breath, holds, shakes again, and...

Sneezes!!

A great gale is unleashed, clearing his surroundings in an instant. Floyd is sent flying up, up, and away--

He shoots out of the dunes. Sand scatters from the force he emerges with, throwing particle clouds up into the air. Floyd flails, trying to balance his body. No use--he flops uselessly under the pull of gravity.

A scream rips from his throat. Not of terror, but of joy.

The landscape unfolds into a sandy expanse. In the distance, he sees an oasis guarded by palm trees. And below, a great city crowning the desert.

There are bright tents and stalls pitched, merchants hawking their wares. Vases and lamps with unique patterns, ripe fruits, adornments in a variety of designs.

Families and friends mill about in the packed marketplace, satisfied with their mundane lives, the schedules they keep. So content, so peaceful.

Floyd grins.

And he lets himself plummet straight into a stall.

The weight of him collapses it with a loud THUD. The merchant looks on, horrified, and his circle of customers gasp, putting distance between themselves and Floyd. Sticky with fruit juices, he removes the strand of black hair that clings to his cheek.

"Eh, guess it could be worse," Floyd shrugs, tossing off a chunk of watermelon sitting like a hat on his head. A line of juice dribbles down his forehead.

He notices the crowd staring and wiggles his tail in a casual pseudo-wave. One person immediately faints--but luckily, they're caught by a concerned onlooker.

"Riffraff!" the merchant shouts, waving a fist. "Scoundrel!! I demand compensation for what you've wrecked!"

Floyd rolls his eyes. He sounds like Azul.

The eel hauls himself off the pile of fruit--and peels right past the feet of the customers. The merchant's face heats.

"Guards! GUARDS!! Come quickly, HELP!! There's a sea monster on the loose!!"

Floyd rapidly drags himself across the market, digging his talons into the ground, his tail pushing him forward. He gleefully writhes as people scream and flee, clearing a path for him. His laugh, cackling.

He's at the waterways that thread the city when heavy footsteps spill into the street.

"He went that way!!"

Floyd doesn't look back before he dives back into his natural element.

The water welcomes him, its streams washing off the sand that paints his skin, loosening the hair that clumped from fruit juices. A tender kiss, a kind hand.

He has returned to the sea.

The channel goes deeper than Floyd thinks. It widens, becoming an entire ocean bathed in sunlight. A coral reef teeming with life stretched out below him, and when he runs his hand along it, tiny seahorses escape and trail bubbles.

He turns his head this way--a school of rainbow tropical fish race by. The other way, a band is in full swing. A carp on the harp, the plaice on the bass, bass on brass.

Floyd twirls as he passes, happily humming along to the tune. The music wraps around him, giving a warm embrace. He almost misses his name being called, almost forgets himself.

"... od....... loyd... Floyd! There you are."

A face that matches his appears beside him. He is followed by a boy with lilac skin, a series of squirming tentacles at his beck and call.

“Where did you vanish off to?” Jade asks. “Azul and I were starting to get worried about your whereabouts. Weren’t we, Azul?”

“I’m more concerned for the places he visits rather than Floyd himself. Who knows how much collateral damage he could cause unsupervised,” the octopus merman grumbles.

“Oya, Azul… Could it be that you lack faith in Floyd? Even though he has unquestionably served you since middle school?"

"You're saying strange things again. I recall him losing interest and changing his mind last minute more often than 'unquestionably serving'." Azul raises a brow. "So? Where were you all this time?"

Floyd flings himself at the duo, slinging his arms around their shoulders and pulling them close.

"F-Floyd?! What is the meaning of this?" Azul sputters, struggling against his binds.

"I was everything and everywhere all at once," he responds with a laugh. "I was as free as a bird! I'll tell you guys about it~"

"Fufu, it sounds as though you've been away on quite an adventure. We would, of course, be more than happy to hear of your escapades."

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Autumn (Sandman One-Shot)

​GIF: Originally posted by @thisgameissonintendo

Pairing: Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x gender neutral reader

Summary: One-shot. Reader self-insert. Pure fluff. Friends to more-than-friends. Morpheus has made you a dream based on one of your favourite things and you explore it together.

Warnings: Physical intimacy, kissing.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Happy First Day of Autumn Sandfam! Hope you enjoy this one, would love to hear what you think, and also to know which season is your favourite and why. All my love, Saskia <3

Sandman Masterlist

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"Can I open my eyes yet?" You stifle a giggle with the back of your hand, feeling very much like a person awaiting a surprise on their birthday.

"So impatient," Morpheus replies with a teasing lilt to his liquid velvet voice that sets your laughter free.

"Is that a yes?"

"I am simply adding some final touches."

Ever the perfectionist, you think with a grin.

You inhale deeply, making use of one of the only other senses you could use in this situation. The air is crisp, fresh, with an earthy undertone; you are definitely outside, but where, you have no other clues to help guess.

Morpheus had certainly not given anything away when he had found you sketching in the Dreaming's orchard, charcoal in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other. He had simply told you there was something he wanted to show you.

Curiosity mounting, you had eagerly taken your friend's outstretched hand and promised to not look until he gave the word.

Finally, there is movement in the air beside you. Morpheus' fingers ghost your upper arm to signify his proximity.

"You may open your eyes now," he speaks quietly yet authoritatively by your ear.

You look, blinking to adjust to the sunlight filtering through the swaying branches of numerous trees, before taking the view in properly.

You notice the colours first, their vivacity and variety:

Umber, sienna, scarlet, amber, saffron. All under a pale blue, wispy cloud sky.

Leaves are falling thick and fast. They swirl and undulate in the soft breeze, coming to rest on an already leaf-smothered ground.

Little collections of chestnut coloured mushrooms are dotted next to the tree line. Droplets of dew have gathered on their caps, lending a gorgeous sheen to their already lovely appearance.

Everything you saw was a showcase of autumn.

"You remembered," you say breathlessly, referring to a conversation that had taken place a few weeks ago where you had professed your love for the season and all it entailed.

You look to Morpheus with a sunbeam smile, asking for permission to explore. He nods, extending his arm, communicating that it was all yours.

Your steps into the leafy clearing are gleeful and bouncy, creating satisfying rustling and crunching noises as you go towards the well-established trees. Melodic birdsong echoes from the canopy above you. Swathes of moss begin where the layers of leaves end. You carefully hop onto it and enjoy the way your shoes sink a little into the plush, verdant carpet.

Fingertips trail over the greyish, dappled trunk of a sycamore tree before you move to the tactile, deeply ridged bark of an ash.

You slip your arms around the second tree, close your eyes and give it a big hug.

Everything feels right in this moment.

You open your eyes to see Morpheus watching you from several paces away. There is a twinkle in his deep blue eyes; clearly he finds your display amusing.

The rich autumn colours contrast beautifully against his monochrome attire. None of the falling leaves come close to his person, reminding you that even now, even when he looks to be still, there are a multitude of responsibilities ticking away inside his mind, including the control of the objects within this tranquil dreamscape.

A dreamscape that he wanted to share with you.

It is times like these that you are confronted by the truth of just how special your friendship with Morpheus is. There are fleeting moments where you wish it could be more but for now you are simply an Endless and a mortal who find solace in each other's company.

Pushing yourself away from the tree, you come back into the clearing and find a spot among the leaves to sit. Morpheus joins you after you pat the ground and call his name.

No words are exchanged for a while. You simply pick through the surrounding leaves to find the most vibrant example. A scarlet one, fallen from an aspen is what you settle on. You tuck it in your coat pocket and meet Morpheus' wistful gaze.

"Thank you, I really needed this."

He nods formally. "When you said that you found yourself missing the autumn splendours of the Waking World, I decided to make a version for you to visit at your leisure."

You are taken aback. "You made all this for me?"

"Yes," his tone starts off measured as ever but gives way to something you have never heard before. "Does it have your approval?"

The sudden insecurity is impossibly endearing. You reach sideways to touch the back of his hand.

"Approval? Morpheus, it's - well, somewhere I could only dream of."

He bows his head. "It pleases me to hear that."

"I hope it didn't take up too much of your time to make it all, I know how stretched you can get."

"I cannot deny, it has occupied me a little more than the construction of other recent dreams, however, I believe it necessary to put time and effort into making gifts for those whose pleasure and happiness you find important. You deserve to feel those things, Y/N, and being able to contribute to them in some way brings me pleasure of my own."

You don't know if it the fiery colours around you heightening your reactions but hearing Morpheus talk about pleasure is doing something to you.

It is fuel to the embers that had been smouldering within your body for a couple of months now.

It makes you feel delirious. You find your attention languidly drifting between his eyes and his lips.

Blue to pink, pink to blue.

Then he mirrors your action and it all becomes too much.

"I really want to kiss you right now," you admit, the words rushing out without proper consideration.

"Very well," he answers instantly, not allowing you even a fraction of a second to regret your sudden divulgence.

Doubling down on this approach, he turns his body to face yours and gently cups your face in his long-fingered hands.

He's staring at you so intently, his thumbs run back and forth over your cheekbones, the unwavering attention and sensation causing you to shiver and sigh.

He moves closer and his pupils blow out from anticipation.

Morpheus' perfect lips are now mere centimetres from yours. Fluttery nerves fill your insides. You are so overwhelmed that this is actually happening.

You close the gap, testing the waters with a kiss that is soft and tentative. Morpheus is instantly hooked, initiating a second one that allows you to discover just how skilled he is.

Your hands move up to tangle in Morpheus' unruly hair. At present, you cannot remember how long have you been longing to do this but you are not disappointed by how silken it feels under your palms.

The kiss between you becomes intense, his tongue joining the dance with a bone melting deftness, and soon you want to feel more of his body against yours.

You go to lay back on the bed of leaves.

He pulls away, concern etched in his brows, forehead and eyes that questions if he has gone too quickly.

You smile softly to assure him that all is well.

"Come here." You draw him backwards with you, allowing him to straddle you. During the manoeuvre, his coat falls open enough for you to see the galaxies swirling within the lining.

He wastes no time in leaning down to kiss you once more, starting at your lips and moving to your neck when he senses that you need to breathe.

The touches of his mouth, the feeling of his body covering yours protectively, the weight of his hips aligned with your own; it has you moaning appreciatively.

He withdraws but remains close, astute eyes drinking in every detail and emotion on your smiling face, the halo-like glow shimmering on your hair.

"So beautiful," Morpheus murmurs reverently.

"Your dreams always are," you say, looking past him at the translucent clouds hovering in the sky above you.

His deep voice rumbles deliciously as he speaks his reply, a false admonishment, "You know that's not what I meant."

He playfully nudges his nose against yours. "This dream pales in comparison to you."

You blush as brightly as the leaf that you had stashed within your pocket. Morpheus traces his fingers over the blossoming redness, marvelling in how the extra heat feels under his touch and how his words were the ones that put it there.

"Kiss me, please," you ask in a whisper.

He arranges his coat to cocoon you against the seasonal chill and then obliges you with a deep and passionate kiss that spreads internal warmth right out to the tips of your fingers and toes.

If your winter continues like this, with Morpheus to hold and bond with, it is shaping up to be infinitely more delightful and cosy than any that have come before.

[arkus-rhapsode]

Gaming Hot Take of the Day: I feel like companies and costumers really gotta do better with managing expectations.

Now look I’m a bit more lenient of fans cause in a lot of ways, fans enthusiasm is often what keeps a piece of media alive. You got a game like paper Mario TTYD and it’s almost 20 years old now. And for those 20 years you could only legally play it on a GameCube. Fans of that game kept it alive-they were the ones making fan art and games inspired by it (shout out to Bug Fables) hell it’s been a minute from my smash bros fanfic days but it was the first two paper Mario games I remember often being used as the world building for those fics interpretation of the mushroom kingdom.

But there’s recently been a miasma around the sales of the remake. Namely it’s not cracked two million despite all the time it’s been on the market. Now there are factors you can look at like it didn’t release in a holiday season, the switch is on its eighth year, and it’s a remaster which really tend to have a lack of enthusiasm compared to a brand new release.

But for a lot of Paper Mario fans, this game coming back was a holy grail-that if it returned that it would do incredibly well and send a message to corporate. And it did, in Nintendo’s own words, “solid.” Nothing spectacular but clearly not a failure. You can probably guess that like Metroid or DMC, the answer is this type of game does have a bit of a cap on people who are actually interested in dropping $60 for a game despite how iconic the property is.

However, we’re not just talking about luxury products were talking about art and art is often times is tied up in people’s emotions. And sometimes it can be disappointing when there are these great games that only do a fraction of something like Pokémon Scarlet/Violet. A game objectively broken and yet still makes bank. So yes, while I wish more fans were realistic about what a game “deserves,” I understand them. And I think their passion and enthusiasm keeps games alive.

But then there’s companies. Oh lord do I have some opinions on their unrealistic expectations. I know I harped on Nintendo but at the very least that’s a company that at least acknowledges anything of theirs that breaks a million is pretty decent. Meanwhile you got EA and Activision who just abandon properties people love in the name of evergreen money printing ventures.

And boy the marketing doesn’t help. There is so many game trailers these days that always feel kinda flat and I don’t know why I should invest in this. Or if it’s a story driven game where they spoil everything in the trailer.

Look I understand that these companies are businesses they can’t make 300 games at a time and expect to stay afloat. I’m not saying they need to revive every IP. But there’s gotta be some middle ground. I think a game can be a success if you manage your budget, man power, and development cycle more efficiently and pair it with decent marketing. Not everything will sell like Call of Duty and that’s okay. But no it’s always go big or go home.

There’s stuff you can do to mitigate some of this. Make games more accessible and available (Nintendo really needs this lesson) so that people have the opportunity to play these and become fans even if no new game happens. Focus on stronger marketing of what the game is about and what can be expected. Not just teasing with cinematic for an overly long hype cycle. If a game is gonna be exclusive to one system you’re probably gonna need to account for working with a limited user base (Hello Square Enix).

I think of myself as someone who is pretty good at managing my expectations, but that was something I had to do myself. Game companies sure didn’t do it for me.

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

(Her mother kissing the scrapes on her palms and knees; Laudna sat on the kitchen table and muddied after an excursion into the edges of the woods. What if Laudna kissed the puncture under Imogen's ribcage? Painted her lips red like the scarlet elf cap mushrooms before their retreat? Who would stumble upon them? See her hunched over, vulture tearing at carcass, washed in red that covers palms and up to her knees. Drinking. Feasting-

maybe she would be.)

[ai-dadaism]

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[ribbons-and-keys]

Midsummer Moment

Another TADC Faerie!AU installment. A little something for the Summer Solstice.

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Shades of vanilla and rose ribboned the horizon as stars began to peak their heads though the darkening sky; they were witnesses to the boisterous festivities below. Music and laughter muddled and mixed in the sea of swaying bodies. Despite the large crowd and summer heat, no one seemed to break a sweat. Pomni felt like she was the exception.

Sweat gathered at the base of her neck and made the back of her jumpsuit stick. Pieces of her dark hair stuck to the sides of her face. She already abandoned her mushroom cap on some tree branch to relieve herself of heat. (It would appear again in some convenient place, courtesy of an enchantment placed by Caine). The humidity stubbornly latched onto her skin and made her already exhausting evening even more unpleasant. She was half tempted to sneak off to the lake and soak in it's cool waters. She knew, however, that Caine wouldn't let anyone go off on their own tonight.

It was Midsummer, "One of the grandest and greatest celebrations for faeries!" as Caine had put it. And he insisted that everyone join. Zooble almost got away with a quiet evening alone, but Caine caught them in their shapeshifted form-a blackbird- before they could get away. In protest, Zooble remained at the edge of the festivities, this time as a wolf, snapping at anyone who got too close. Pomni followed similar suit by standing near a table of treats away from the dancing.

The table was filled with an array of glistening pastries, candied fruit, and tasty, savory bites. Bubble outdid himself with an arrangement of small tea cakes to look like a luna moth. Pomni almost swore the cakes that made the wings fluttered ever so slightly off the table. She still couldn't get used to the strangeness of this place.

Once upon a time, when she was human, magical celebrations were found in books and movies. Although her memory of such things were still cloudy, she knew that the party before her was a thousand times more extravagant. It was also more horrifying.

There was something about this revelry that was extremely off-putting. Beneath the smiling faces and sparkles, there was an eerie truth that had yet to be uncovered. Pomni couldn't put her finger on what it was.

"Need a drink?" a kind voice asked. The faerie woman held a cup of something shimmery and pink towards Pomni.

"Thanks, Ragatha," Pomni took the mystery drink graciously and drank down it's saccharine contents.

"No problem," she said sweetly and took her place beside Pomni. Ragatha's cellophane wings twitched slightly as she looked up. A few strands of scarlet, yarn-hair came loose from her bun.

"Caine outdid himself tonight, don't you think Pomni?" she chirped. Pomni clutched her clay cup.

"I'm not really one for parties," she confessed awkwardly. They were still trying to figure each other out. They were friendly enough with each other, but they hadn't found that spark of realtibility just yet.

"Oh! That's totally fine! If you need-"

"Excuse me, ladies," Pomni wasn't sure to be thankful or groan at Jax's arrival. His cheshire smile gleamed underneath his shadowy cowl. The keys hanging from his neck clinked merrily.

"Yes, Jax?" Ragatha said politely. From the corner of her eye, Pomni saw Ragatha clutching the sides of her violet dress.

"The little 'shroom owes me a dance," Jax declared. He grabbed Pomni's hand before she could protest and dragged her to the dance floor.

They stumbled upon a group of faeries engaged in a circle dance. Jax practically threw Pomni into their midst, with the other faeries catching her by the hand with ease. He slipped between Pomni and another faerie, not once breaking the dance.

They spun and spun. Time seemed to both be too fast and too slow as they did. Colors became faces and faces became colors. Pomni tried to pull herself away from the dance. Her legs were growing tired and her feet ached terribly. She felt herself slipping towards the floor. Her body was crying out for rest. But hey held onto her like a fly in honey. They wouldn't stop. They couldn't stop.

Pomni finally understood. She would have fun whether she wanted to or not.

[smudgingpumpkins]

03.07.2024

Russula emetica

-Also known as "The Sickener"-

Where: Worldwide, predominately in Europe, North Africa, and parts of Asia and North America

Grows in both coniferous and mixed woodlands, especially near pines and spruces.

When: July-October

I took this picture myself while roaming around the woods in the South Carolina midlands.

As the nickname suggests, this mushroom is not meant to be eaten. It is not the most toxic or deadly or anything . . . but ingestion can result in nausea, cramping, vomiting, and diarrhea.

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Appearance:

These shrooms can be hard to specifically identify. The most notable trait is its flat or convex, bright red cap, which can become pinkish and sticky when wet. The gills are white and cramped together; and are free, adnexed, or adnate from the stem. This mushroom is very brittle.

Russula emetica has a white and somewhat thick stem that is between 4.5 - 9.5 cm in length.

Taste:

Being dubbed "The Sickener," it is recommended to avoid eating it. Russula emetica can cause gastrointestinal issues like vomiting and diarrhea but is not considered fatal unless the consumer is immunocompromised.

However, if cooked well, it is said to be rather hot, spicy, and peppery, with a slightly fruity aroma. This mushroom could work well as spices for soups, stews, and goulash!

In fact, Russula emetica used to be commonly eaten in Eastern Europe. The mushroom was consumed after being parboiled and/or pickled.

You should ALWAYS cook wild mushrooms for the safest outcome, even if you are sure the mushrooms you foraged are safe to eat.

Medicinal Use:

Russula mushrooms, or "Brittlegills," generally may harbor anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, anti-tumor, and immunomodulatory properties. To put it simply, research suggests Russula could improve the body's ability to fight infections and diseases.

I cannot find much information for the Russula emetica. Though they can be a good source of calcium, potassium, vitamin C, organic acids, and other minerals.

Of course, mushrooms do not substitute medical attention. Further research is needed, only showing that Russula could help with relieving or preventing disease symptoms.

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**While identifying Russula can be relatively easy, determining the specific species is notoriously difficult. I myself probably misidentified the photo as emetica, but at least the information is interesting enough.

**The photo may instead be the "Beechwood Sickener," or Russula nobilis . . . but regardless, they both have scarlet caps and can make you sick!

**Russula mushrooms can be confused with Amanita mushrooms, particularly if the latter shroom has a red cap.

If you are unsure of the genus of mushroom, look at the stem. Amanitas have bulbous stems whereas the Russula have straight, thick stems. Red Amanitas usually have more rounded caps when mature, as well as white spots all over them, like the classic toadstool. Red Russula shrooms often have flatter caps.

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Also, here is a handy diagram on gill attachment types, which may help identify the Russula! The image was taken from ResearchGate.

[graveoversight]

Scarlet elf cap mushrooms nestle in the moss. They're shockingly red against a muted winter palette.

[studyscrasic]

Pulled some new Norwegian vocabulary words from Glad i vårtegn? Vårsoppene er her -- as a forager myself I thought it would be interesting to read about foraging in another country! It turned out to have a lot of really technical language and species names, and not all of them are actually edible mushrooms (some are the opposite!), but it definitely still made for interesting reading.

en vårfagerhatt (n) - St. George's mushroom (Calocybe gambosa) å forveksle (v) - to confuse, mix up giftig (adj) - poisonous en tilpasning (n) - an adaptation, adjustment å tale (v) - to bear, stand, tolerate et omslag (n) - a change å anlegge (v) - to build, construct et legeme (n) - a body å dukke opp - to emerge, turn up et skarlagen vårbeger (n) - scarlet elf-cups (Sarcoscypha austriaca) en kvist (n) - a twig en bekk (n) - a brook, rivulet et svart vårbeger (n) - ebony cups (Pseudoplectania nigrella) å antyde (v) - to hint, imply, suggest en egenskap (n) - a property, trait, characteristic et oransje elgbeger (n) - (Byssonectria terrestris) en hvitveis (n) - wood anemone (Anemone nemorosa) et symrebeger (n) - (Dumontinia tuberosa) en stengel (n) - a stem, stalk en sandmorkel (n) - false morel (Gyromitra esculenta) grov (adj) - coarse, rough et tilfelle (n) - an occasion, case, occurrence kreftfremkallende (adj) - carcinogenic å påvise (v) - to point out, prove en nedbryter (n) - a decomposer en grankonglehatt (n) - sprucecone caps (Strobilurus esculentus) en furu - a pine tree

[adobe-outdesign]

Thoughts on Brute Bonnet and Iron Hands?

On a scale of "bland, boring Violet paradox" (Virizion, Hydreigon, etc.) to "actually creative Violet paradox" (Iron Valiant, Miraidon, etc.), I'd say Iron Hands is right in the middle. It's different enough from Hariyama to have some flair to it, but ultimately is still somewhat underwhelming.

Visually, I like the detached hands a lot. It makes sense for Hariyama's design and adds a cool bit of functionality that, unlike some other future paradoxes, is actually visible in the design itself and not just the animations. Adding the LED "pads" on the underside helps draw attention to them with the bright color, and the connecting spots are a nice touch.

In addition, it has a few other changes from Hariyama. The colors have been reduced down from orange, yellow, cream, and blue to just grey, yellow, and blue, which simplifies the palette a bit. The marking on the stomach goes down onto the legs, and the blue on the head is now a solid diamond shape instead a V shape like the original. The ears are also now a tube shape.

None of these changes are bad, but I do think many of them are arbitrary: the grey extending onto the legs is too low-contrast and makes the middle bar mostly pointless, and the blue on the head causes it to lose Hariyama's chonmage (sumo) hairstyle. I'd rather have arbitrary changes than it being too similar, granted, but I do wonder if there was more room to explore here beyond just the hands.

For example, sumo is an ancient form of wrestling—things like Hariyama's belt reference the sumo tradition of wearing traditional Japanese clothing, for example. Rather than just making elements like the belt robotic, I feel like the traditional sumo elements could have been lost (similar to how the topknot is now gone) to reflect more modern forms of wrestling. As is, the hands and design changes make it different enough; it just could've been pushed a little more.

Brute Bonnet is described as a "dinosaur crossed with a mushroom", though honestly, I barely see any dinosaur elements in it save for the four legs and tail. Regardless, it does have one main thematic element; the addition of prehistoric plant matter around its cap to reflect its grass typing. This doesn't have a lot to do with Amoonguss' original Pokeball theme, but it does at least give it something that immediately differentiates it from the original.

It also has a few other changes; the cap on the head is flatter and has spikes, the "beak" is now jagged, and it has colored rings under its eyes. All of this serves to further distance it from Amoonguss, and works to give it a more feral look.

Visually, I don't have any real issues with it; only that I feel like two legs might've made more sense than four, given that the extra pair doesn't add much to the design.

However, similar to Iron Hands, I do wonder if the concept could've been pushed more. Foongus' Scarlet 'dex entry implies pokeballs were based on it instead of the other way around, but I still wonder if the mimicry idea could've been pushed more. Patterns and colors that are appealing to other Pokemon could take hundreds of thousands of years to evolve; maybe you could see the start of the pattern on Brute Bonnet, but it's not as perfect as it is in the modern day. Or perhaps it resembles an older kind of Pokeball, like how the Hisuian Voltorb line works. Not a big deal as the design we got is still perfectly good; just something to think about.

Overall, both of these Pokemon are decent, though I wouldn't call either of them top of their class. Iron Hands is different enough from Hariyama, but could've been pushed even further; Brute Bonnet is serviceable but could've explored its theme more. Between the two, Brute Bonnet is better, but both are perfectly fine.

[mysticalblizzardcolor]

Scarlet wax cap fungus (Hygrocybe punicea) 🍄mushrooms growing in a grassy area. These are the edible fruiting bodies of this rare fungus. The conical caps are greasy and waxy to the touch. There are gills on the underside of the caps.